A/N: NSFW (if you are not comfortable reading feel free to jump to the next break in the chapter. I won't take offense. I actually admit that this is my first NSFW scene I've written, I usually avoid writing them and tend to skirt around details. And usually when I read them I skim them. So, I totally understand if you don't want to read it :D Other than that, I hope you enjoy this chapter since I know some of you have been anxious for this.)

Chapter Eleven

We walked through the empty corridors, Loki with his hands behind his back while I was a little ahead of him holding up the bottom of my dress and spinning around. The music from the arena played loudly and I regretted leaving so soon. It was beautiful and on a night like tonight it was a shame to waste it.

"You are far too entertaining drunk than while you are sober," commented Loki, a wicked grin on his pointed face.

I laughed loudly and held my arms out wide as I spun around once more. "I am a wild child, what can I say—whoa—!"

Loki reached out, catching me by the waist to keep me from falling as I stumbled into a statue. "Wild?" Loki asked with a devious grin. "I find that hard to believe."

I gaped, pushing him gently away. "Did you not see the way that I slapped Fandral?"

Loki leaned in close, his nose nearly touching me. "Fandral has had plenty of slapping before my dear Hayden."

My hands sprawled across his chest as I pushed him gently back and scoffed. "For your information that was my first time ever slapping anyone and I think that I did a preeeetty good job of it."

Loki winked. "Wild child, indeed." Smiling, I sighed and leaned against a door. He reached for me, pulling me by the waist and holding out his other hand down the long hallway. "You do realize that you have stopped before my chamber. Yours is still much farther down."

I squinted, looking down the empty hall and groaning. "But it's so far."

"Whining is unbecoming of you," he said his voice hard but his eyes alight.

I tilted my head, and felt my bottom lip turn to a pout. Slowly, my body began to sway, his hand steadying me as he firmly held onto my waist. Both hands returned to his chest, my fingers sliding along the green fabric of his tunic. "I'm not whining—just making an observation."

He leaned in, slightly so that our lips barely even touched. The smell of ale was strong and warm as he exhaled, slowly. I lifted my lashes, the heat rushing through my cheeks the moment his green eyes locked onto mine. My throat felt dry and I could feel my bottom lip start to tremble. Loki smirked, and pulled my head forward with his hand roughly on my neck so that our lips finally touched. His mouth was hot, his tongue sharp and the bittersweet taste of malt and sugar.

I snapped my head back, brining my fingers to my lips and glaring at him. "What are you doing?"

"Do not pretend that you have not thought about his," he said, coming closer toward me so that I was trapped against the door. He brought his fingers to the bare skin of my arm and dragged them slowly up and down, sending shivers throughout my body. "Do not tell me that you have not thought about what these hands can do to you. The pleasures that they could bring, the screams," he whispered, leaning into my ear so that his hot breath trickled down my neck, "that I could create unlike any lover you had taken before."

I swallowed hard, my head growing dizzier than before. Was I that easy to read? Even though I tried not to think about Loki he always managed to crawl his way back into my mind. Like a termite he nestled his way into the deepest parts of my mind and stayed there regardless of whether he was wanted or not.

"Loki, you are vile. I would never want your fingers to touch my skin," I said ripping my arm away from his touch. "Or your lips," I scowled, pushing him away so that his face was no longer near my neck, "on my body. You are the last person I'd ever want to make me scream."

Loki stared at me for a moment, his green eyes darkening. I swallowed again, afraid that I had struck a nerve. After all, he was a psychopath. He would have no qualms with killing me. Swallowing again, I went to apologize when he smiled.

"That fire that burns is not something many people see," he whispered moving away so that I was no longer pressed against the door. "Perhaps you are not just the weak Midgardian girl you let everyone think you to be."

I glared. "I'm not weak. I just—" don't like confrontation, I finished to myself.

Loki cocked his head. "Let it burn, Hayden. It suits you well."

I inhaled sharply. Oh screw it.

I slammed my body into his, aware that his body was tense but smiled into his kisses as it began to relax. I was no stranger to drunken kisses. Every girl has made her own mistakes once or twice, but this was far more different than any of the kisses I had experienced in my life. There was something there deeper than lust of someone that I hardly knew.

Loki tugged on the end of my dress, lifting it up so that his slender fingers trailing along my naked thighs. I sighed, breaking our kiss only for his lips to lay claim to the curves of my neck. His fingers continued their travels upward and I felt myself stiffen as they reached the end of their journey. Instantly, my hand flew downward catching his grip that hooked around the middle of my panties.

He looked up, mildly surprised. "Do I not please you?"

I breathed, swallowing hard. "No," I sighed trying to gather my wits about me. "I mean—you do—but," I sighed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, knowing that he would laugh at me if I were to tell him I wasn't all that experienced. Before I could finish he broke free of my hold, his forefinger elongating and curling until it slipped inside. I bucked forward, resting my head onto his shoulders and moaned.

"And, what is this Hayden?" he soothed in my ear, his voice light and airy as it trailed along my skin.

I turned my head up, groaning at the tingling sensation that ran through my body. Loki pressed his body against mine, pushing my back against the door once more so that I could feel every ridge and detail that had been cut into it. My eyes open wide as I stared down the empty halls.

"This is…someone could walk in and…"I inhaled sharply and was cut off my words with the sharpness of his warm tongue.

He slipped his thumb underneath the stretched panties and rubbed against me, his other finger slide in and out in rapid, even motions. I drew in short, ragged breaths. My hands reached around and grabbed onto his back. Against my will, my nails dug into the green cloth that he wore, bunching it up in my fingers as a small scream started to escape from in between my open lips.

"Yes," he urged, pulling me closer into him while his other hand worked at the buttons on my dress. "Do tell me how wrong this is."

My eyes began to roll to the back of my head as he brought down his lips onto the pasty white skin of my chest. Each button that was undone his lips replaced until his tongue trailed along the bottom of my stomach. With my dress completely unbuttoned and plain, white bra exposed I tried to keep my wits about me and remember who it was that was making me cry out like a girl losing her virginity for the first time. My voice echoed down the empty hall.

He was a murder, a mad-man, an ancient god. Every time he spoke to me his words made my skin crawl, and each touch—ooooh god-no….no, no, no this was bad. This was so, so, so very, very—

I brought my hands down, lifting up his head slightly. His hair was softer than I thought it'd be as my fingers glided through the strands. A low growl emitted from him as he buried his face into my chest, snapping the bra undone without even using his hands. It feel off giving him freedom to do as he pleased, starting with his sharp tongue rolling around my tender nipple. I sagged in defeat, pushing myself closer into him when he suddenly grabbed at my wrists roughly and held my arms behind my back. With his free hand he wrapped it around my waist and lifted his gaze to meet mine. A devious smile slipped upon his face.

Suddenly we were on the green-velvet lined chair in his room, my back pressed firmly against its cushioning, my legs wrapped around Loki's waist as his hands rested on its arms. Quickly, I gasped straightening in the chair as I looked around flabbergasted at how we got there. Not even seconds passed and we were near the entrance to his room. Before I could say another word he reached down to kiss me, his hands pulling at the bun in my hair until it loosened and started to fall around my shoulders.

Before the brown strands pooled down my back we were against one of the far walls, the dress was completely pushed up to my bellybutton. I gasped in shock, staring at the empty green chair as Loki's lips claimed the bone along my chin, slowly working its way up to the bottom of my mouth. His hips pressed firmly against mine, pushing me into the wall so that my back was forced to remain straight. It was cold against my skin, flushing against the heat that burned my body.

"Tell me again Hayden how you do not wish to have my fingers touch your skin, or my lips upon your body. Tell me how I am the last person you wish to ever make you scream," he whispered, pressing his wet lips firmly against the lobe of my ear.

"I don't—" I breathed unevenly, unable to even really comprehend what it was that he was wanting. "I can't—"

Suddenly Loki's head snapped upward and his face turned to a snarl as he stared at the door. I held my breath turning my attention to where his had gone. A few seconds passed of him remaining still and I felt myself grow impatient. My hands slipped free from his grasp, my hand slid down his tunic until my fingers were able to run along the top of his pants ready to reach inside when the next thing I knew I was sitting awkwardly on my bed.

Confused I looked around to see Loki no where at all when a knock sounded at the door. Quickly, I scrambled to pull the sheets upward over my naked chest as Thor entered in my chambers, his bulky blond head poked through the crack of the door.

"Hayden are you in—" his blue eyes widened at my disarrayed and flushed appearance. "Oh. I'm sorry I did not mean to…I only came to make sure you got to bed…I—uh—" he looked around, his thick brows furrowing in what I could assume was just as much confusion as I felt. "Are you not in anyone's company?"

I looked around, wondering where Loki had vanished off too. "Um. Nope," I said knowing that it wasn't as though I could exactly hide anyone in my room. "Just me." I smiled awkwardly.

"I—I apologize. I shall just come back later when you are not—" he paused and I suddenly realized what it must have looked like to him.

My face burned hotter than it ever had as my eyes nearly fell out of my head. "No! It's not…I wasn't…I—"

"Say no more, my lady. I shall see you on the morrow," he quickly said bowing out and shutting the door behind him.

"Loki!" I hissed. There was no answer. Frustrated, I slipped my legs off of the bed and stood on the cold floor. Smoothing out my dress I pulled it back down from my hips and snapped the shoulder straps back into place I looked around to see no one but Sully passed out on the floor near the window. "Loki?" I called out again, but once more I was met with nothing but silence.

He paced his chambers, fully clothed, with his hands behind his back as he contemplated his foolish advances. If the damn Midgardian wasn't so disgustingly charming then this would not be an issue. He wasn't a simple boy who could not contain his lust. Acting on it was…human.

Silently cursing himself, Loki ran his fingers through his jet black hair and sighed. Now was not the time to be pleasured with tedious activities. There were far greater things at hand. He could not allow himself to become distracted. He had plans that required his utmost attention should he wish to get his powers back and finally rule what rightfully belonged to him.

Loki turned at the sound of a knock and scowled as Thor let himself in. "And to what do I owe this special visit?" he asked throwing himself onto his bed and resting his arms behind his head.

"I came to make sure that you were true to your word," replied Thor looking around the room curiously to make sure nothing was amiss.

Loki raised a brow. "You do not trust me still?" He placed his hand on his chest and pouted slightly, "That truly stings the heart my little brother."

Thor frowned, folded his arms and shrugged. "Trust is earned, Loki. Even you know this." He sighed and let is arms drop to his side. "Yet, you did as promised and I thank you for ensuring Hayden was safely taken to her chambers." Loki nodded, saying nothing in return. "You have been spending an awful lot of time with her, my brother."

"So I have."

"Do you think she will help you in regaining your powers? It takes more than just befriending a Midgardian, believe me," Thor said with a knowing smile. Loki rolled his eyes, tired of having his punishment compared to Thor's. "But, even so it is a great leap for you to be taken to a Midgardian. I applaud you."

"Yes, Thor I am quite pleased that you of all people are proud of me," he said swinging his legs off of the bed. "It is a miracle, is it not? One that we shall rejoice in and regale tales of how Loki befriended a Midgardian girl."

"Your tone is unbecoming," frowned Thor. "Prattle on with your trickery and jokes, Loki. The joke will be on you when I have a bard singing songs about this moment."

"I look forward to it," soothed Loki waving Thor away.

His brother pursed his lips tightly together and nodded, turning to leave his chambers. Just as he was about to shut the door he looked over his muscular shoulder and sighed, "Do remember my brother that things were not always as somber as they now seem."

With a bored expression Loki watched Thor close the door firmly behind him. He sighed, and pulled his legs back onto his bed to stare at the starry ceiling above him. Thor's words rang true enough. Once—long ago—things were pleasant. But, those were naïve days when Loki thought of himself an equal and not a monster, not a pawn in the man who he once called father's game of war. Those days were far behind them now.

Soon, a new age would bring upon them. He would get his powers back and take what he deserved. Midgard may be out of his reach—for now—but there were other realms that called upon needing a leader such as he. It wouldn't be long now before things fell into place.

I woke up with a pounding headache slamming at the back of my eyes as soon as they opened. Groaning, I rolled over onto my stomach and tried to keep the contents of last night from revealing themselves. Sully jaunted over to where my hand hung off the bed, slipping his fat head underneath the palm and begging to be petted. Weakly, I tugged at his ear before letting my hand fall off and dangle instead.

He barked.

"God, Sully don't be so loud," I hissed. "It's too early to be a jerk." Grumbling to myself I rolled onto my side and snapped my eyes open not really all the surprised to see Loki lying in bed with me. His hand held up his head as he smiled down at me. "Speaking of jerks," I groaned rolling back over to face Sully instead.

"I made a promise to Thor to get you to your chambers safely," said Loki, his voice coming from in front of me rather than behind. I peeked one eye open to see him standing beside Sully, his hand resting on the dog's fat, traitorous head. "If he were to come in here and see that you were not in bed—alone, I might add—then and do let me put this as obvious as I can…the wrath of the God of Thunder is not something to be fond of."

"You could have come back," I pointed out, slipping into a sitting position and placing both hands on my temples.

"I may be many things but I like to consider myself a man of honor at times. And, as a man of honor taking advantage of a drunken woman is not something I wish to add to my list of horrid deeds."

"I wasn't that drunk," I said but even as the words came out I knew I was far off. That was probably the most drunk I'd ever been in my life. I sighed. "Okay, so I was drunk but I am a grown woman. I can take care of myself."

Suddenly Loki was on top of me, his legs pinning my own to the bed, his hands pressed firmly on my shoulder. I inhaled sharply, almost in a cry of alarm, and stared into his dark, green eyes. "I am a God, Hayden, you will do well to remember this." Helplessly I nodded unsure of what else I should say or even do. "You are not but a Midgardian but a mewling virgin as well. I would ultimately destroy you in the end."

I tried to shove Loki of off me feeling suddenly uncomfortable. The image of being sexually destroyed wasn't exactly something I ever wanted to picture. "I'm not a virgin," I blushed turning my head away from him. "But, you're right you are a God and I am just a lowly human girl. I couldn't possibly be a match for you."

I wasn't sure if he sensed my sarcasm or not but Loki nodded and once again appeared to be standing at Sully's side. My hands moved up to my shoulder, rubbing at the tender muscle. As much as I hated to admit it, Loki was right. I wasn't matched for that of a God. My entire life I've slept with one guy and even he had said that I wasn't enough in the end.

Sighing, I shoved the blankets off of my legs and let my feet hang off the edge of the bed. "I think I'm going to take the day to recuperate and update my journal for Fury," I finally said hoping he'd get the hint to just leave me alone.

"Very well, I have other duties that request my attending too as it be," he replied bowing slightly and disappearing.

I scrunched my nose.

Hogun had said that his powers were gone yet he was still able to make things fly and teleport at will. That seemed rather powerful to me. If those were but save parlor tricks I wondered what Loki was like at his full power.

I shook my head. No, I didn't. I knew what he was like when he had more power than he could handle. That result impacted New York and left it nearly in shambles.

And, that was the man I let kiss me and touch me and—I closed my eyes and groaned, pulling my legs up to my chest and holding onto them in a rocking position. What a fool I was. I'd just have to make sure that I didn't put myself in a situation like that again. As Lady Frigga even pointed out I wasn't here to "fornicate" I was here to do a job and that was to learn of Asgard and their ways. Not what they were like in bed.

Though, I'm certain it would make an interesting topic. I smiled, and shook my head turning to Sully who was eyeing me carefully. "Wanna go see if we can find Thor?" He jumped up and barked causing me to groan once again at the sudden noise. "Let's do it quietly though, okay?"

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